The marks..
The scars..
The wounds..
The story between the lines..
The truth behind the lies..
They help me remember what my mistakes were.
They help me remember who I am, what I am doing.
The deeper they are, the more I know how much the pain was.
How much I needed a release.
Each one shows how much of a lost soul I am.
Each one shows how much of I am begging for help.
Begging for someone to see the scars.
But then again, begging them not to.
When they are spotted and I am asked: "Where did you get those scars?"
I simply answer with a smile and say: "I'm just clumsy.."
The scars tell me the truth and the real story.
They help me get closer to the world above me.
The lost part of me that was left behind years ago.
They help me feel alive and in control of something.
The marks...
The scars..
The wounds..
The story between the lines..
The truth behind the lies..
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I'm Just tired
PoetryThe word "suicide" have been passed around and even appeared in my mind before. What causes "suicide"? Bullying. Abuse. Depression. Pain. Neglect. And so on. These are some of my poems on suicide and the thoughts that have passed through my head. I...
